just wanted to share a dream I had a few nights ago. It was pretty weird, but then dreams often are.
I was in an airport with my mother. I was scheduled on a flight that day but was hoping to avoid having to take it and get another one later or the next day. My mother was acting pretty weird. She was in a downstairs part of the airport and I was above her, up a flight of stairs. Both of us had laptops with us but she was almost addicted to hers and couldn't seem to leave it alone. In real life my mother is pretty much computer illiterate. In the dream she was also always leaving her credit cards lying around on tables in the airport and I was repeatedly having to check on her to see if she had left them lying somewhere.
Then there was a bizarre part where she wanted to go dancing (yes there was a dance floor in the airport). She was dancing salsa with some guy and I was just dancing with some girl, like solo.
Anyway, the dream then moves to me and some other people driving down a road in a car. Suddenly I see three black military type helicopters flying pretty low. Immediately I don't like them but try to take some pictures of them anyway. Up ahead there are what look like 4 or 5 large (hundreds of feet) funnel type structures that are lying on their sides as if they fell over. They look like the water vapour towers you see at a nuke power plant. I realise they are linked with the copters and that there is some kind of (British) military maneuvers going on. Bad juju.
By now it's dusk and I can't really see what is going on, so I turn off the road onto dirt road that leads downhill. It either gets really dark really quickly or I lose my ability to see properly and kind of drive off the road a bit into some bushes. The car stops and we get out and there is a house nearby that we go to to spend the night. At some point after we get inside there are people outside that I suspect are associated with the military types and also with the house, I'm still very wary of them. One of the people I was with pointed to a picture of an Irish flag on the wall of the room we were in and suggested that this meant that they were "one of us", but I cautioned him that this could well be just a ruse by those outside to try and identify our sympathies.
That's about as much as I can remember. If Freud was a conspiracy theorist he'd have a field day with all of that I suppose!
I was in an airport with my mother. I was scheduled on a flight that day but was hoping to avoid having to take it and get another one later or the next day. My mother was acting pretty weird. She was in a downstairs part of the airport and I was above her, up a flight of stairs. Both of us had laptops with us but she was almost addicted to hers and couldn't seem to leave it alone. In real life my mother is pretty much computer illiterate. In the dream she was also always leaving her credit cards lying around on tables in the airport and I was repeatedly having to check on her to see if she had left them lying somewhere.
Then there was a bizarre part where she wanted to go dancing (yes there was a dance floor in the airport). She was dancing salsa with some guy and I was just dancing with some girl, like solo.
Anyway, the dream then moves to me and some other people driving down a road in a car. Suddenly I see three black military type helicopters flying pretty low. Immediately I don't like them but try to take some pictures of them anyway. Up ahead there are what look like 4 or 5 large (hundreds of feet) funnel type structures that are lying on their sides as if they fell over. They look like the water vapour towers you see at a nuke power plant. I realise they are linked with the copters and that there is some kind of (British) military maneuvers going on. Bad juju.
By now it's dusk and I can't really see what is going on, so I turn off the road onto dirt road that leads downhill. It either gets really dark really quickly or I lose my ability to see properly and kind of drive off the road a bit into some bushes. The car stops and we get out and there is a house nearby that we go to to spend the night. At some point after we get inside there are people outside that I suspect are associated with the military types and also with the house, I'm still very wary of them. One of the people I was with pointed to a picture of an Irish flag on the wall of the room we were in and suggested that this meant that they were "one of us", but I cautioned him that this could well be just a ruse by those outside to try and identify our sympathies.
That's about as much as I can remember. If Freud was a conspiracy theorist he'd have a field day with all of that I suppose!
